No.22: A day In The Life Of A Dish Washer , 1982

Wakefulness intrudes my dream
As I drag my body to the platform

I decieve myself and say :
Living life from 5.30pm is okay

But clocks accelerate and push me
Into a cycle , alas ! I'm here again

Schools of fish beneath the surface
Underground ,I don;t see them ,I've joined their cloud

I won't go in today , I've lost my head
My heart turns my legs to another way

Tomorrow comes: I paid the price
Was told to leave , 'no good, get rid of him !'

Brief feeling of freedom , liberation !
Emptiness : got rid of them!

No.23: Love ,Home and Happiness, 1980

Home is where the heart is
Not where one's life is spent

I've got no home I've got no heart
Only package tours and cement

Love is: I know you know :
Its when you care

I loved I lost, it takes two
And I was the only one there

Happiness is all that I want
where shall I seek, and what will I find?

For filth has entered my eyes
And I'm growing quite blind.